Sunday, December 28, 2014

On a day light moment, I penned first, My nine letter name in cursive, When somebody asked to concur.

The art of the flow, Round aloft, in a sequence, I was in my rose time then, With the gifted ones sans a cry!
Began a novel paradise, I remained as an introvert, A rose in my hand, heartfelt, The accord not made any grade!
Remorse overshadowed the reactions, Mulling over my family unit, To whom I owe much, I traveled north, for the bread.
The stay for a while discern, The true part of mine, Where I have signed, For two years and a half term.
The second innings launched, With the bank and the accounts, Unlocked a wide range, Who steered me to the true right.
And then the wedded life, On a valentine season, The knot was truly strong, To show the light and the right!
Now rehearsing to cursive, In a fortnight, I feel, I am near to the doll’s house To greet my little tot a welcome!